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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wheatus
Wheatus
Performer
Gabrielle Sterbenz
Gabrielle Sterbenz
Guitar
Leo Freire
Leo Freire
Drums
Brendan Brown
Brendan Brown
Guitar
Joey Slater
Joey Slater
Background Vocals
Brandon Ticer
Brandon Ticer
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabrielle Sterbenz
Gabrielle Sterbenz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brendan Brown
Brendan Brown
Producer
Philip A. Jimenez
Philip A. Jimenez
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Well, I'm not the girl that I used to be
I don't believe in the things that I used to believe
But it feels like Christmas
To me
And I can't recall when I wrote to Santa last
I think it was the 80s when the stock market crashed
But it feels like Christmas
To me
So what, Virginia? What your mama said was wrong
That don't mean that you cannot sing along
So I bake gingerbread, and lots of treats
I'm gonna fight about politics with my family
But it feels like Christmas
To me
So what, Virginia? What your mama said was wrong
That don't mean that you cannot sing along
Oh, oh-oh, oh oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh oh-oh, oh
You can talk about Santa with the science geeks
It's all "quantum mechanics" and "gravity"
But it feels like Christmas
To me
I don't believe in magic, and other deceit
But believing right now to get our very first tree
It feels like Christmas
To me (Christmas)
Oh, it feels like Christmas
To me (Oh, I am dreaming)
Oh, it feels like Christmas
To me
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way...
Written by: Gabrielle Sterbenz
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